In life’s tumultuous moments, we lean. The shoulder of a mother becomes a stone of resilience, a spoonful of soup becomes nourishment for the soul. Words like “home” and “family chair” take on wild new meanings of appreciation when we long for the solace of leaning on someone or something familiar. In these domesticated items, the gods are here. What aspects of your home bring you the energy of the divine? When you need to lean on the comfort of home, what or who brings you solace? How can you bring mindfulness into your day to experience majesty in the small moments of your life?